You’re not like how you used to be, perfect, heart wrenching, with a sweet melody. I carried you around for so long, paid me back by warping our bond. Too many scratches, too many poems, too few loves, and now an empty home. I’m lost once more, left without a clue, just because it’s irreversible, doesn’t mean I’ll ever stop turning for you.
I'm Your Turntable
June 15, 2011